On March 12, 2009, I was banded with the lap band. I lost a total of 46 lbs. and after one year, gained it back. Frustrated, fat, and aggravated, time marched on. As a 'senior' now, my realization of the true meaning of life has come clear. I did not retire wealthy, I retired. I have time, no gold...it's time to reflect from the inner self out into the world.
About Me
- txspatter
- Humble, Texas, United States
- Retired educator, retired freelance photographer, retired life. I loved the classroom, laughter of the students, small successes that made them glow and the feeling of 'family' among faculty. However, job done and on to new things. Life was on 'cruise control' until March, 2004...and then, there was a halting screech, lung and heart issues and physicians galore. But, I beat the odds and HERE I AM...STILL HUFFIN' AND PUFFIN'!!! Let's see where this leads.....
Friday, September 25, 2009
TODAY WAS THE DAY....
Michael and I discussed our evening meals and agreed that I needed broiled meat, two veggies and be done! We started that two nights ago and EUREEKA!
He'll continue cooking his favorite pasta dishes, etc...but, I will continue on this journey. It's all good, the rewards are many and it's worth every ounce of effort!
Just wanted to post and share the excitement!! If anyone's considering Lap Band...GO FOR IT, AS FAST AS YOU CAN!
I welcome all comments, questions, etc. It's a great Friday!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Something Old, Something New
Alas, not so. However, as I backed out of my distant parking space, something caught the corner of my eye. At the edge of the curb sat an aged, weather-beaten, senior adult woman. She was perched on the seat of her walker. From the blue carry bag that sat at her feet, she slowly reached inside to pull from it...a half full bottle of syrup.
Slowly and carefully she examined the contents, turning it all the way around and finishing with a gentle pat on the bottle's side. Carefully, she replaced the trashed syrup in her blue bag and began to 'fish' for another prize.
Sadness overwhelmed me as I pulled into the street to return to the campus for my visit. My thoughts rumbled and it dawned on me that we are never as 'bad off' as we sometimes allow ourselves to believe.
In the midst of gray, drizzly day...people are out searching for life. They have far less than many Americans and they are striving to survive. My main thought was shame on America. Why are so many of our own people suffering so terribly.
With the picture of that feeble, elderly shape hovering over that blue bag, I suddenly realized that a hiccup now and again means nothing. It made me even more grateful for my surgery and new lease on a good life.
Nope, I don't have all the money in the world, but I have my health back again. Folks, that accounts for everything. I take tremendous pride in striding up a sidewalk, climbing the steps to the entry and walking confidently and quickly down the school halls.
Life is what we make it or, sometimes, allow it to be. Seeing some of the sites in the somewhat 'ghetto' areas of Houston, I have a new lease of life. Don't sweat the small stuff, dance in the rain and hesitate while the wind wafts through you hair and mind.
Make it a good day or not...the choice is YOURS.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Last Day of August! Zooooom....went the summer

Wednesday, August 26, 2009
They Say A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

Monday, August 24, 2009
Every Day, A New Day
I have several special cousins and friends who did that as well in life. They had a dream of doing something great, dug just enough coins from their pockets to get them to the first step and over the years, they have made it! And, yes, a couple, made it very big.
Dreams. That's something I never did a lot, even as a child. I'm not sure why...it was just that element missing within perhaps. Even today when someone says, "if you could travel anywhere in the world...or live anywhere in the world...or see anything in the world...what/where would it be"? My answer, I have no clue. Clueless and remarkably unexcited each time I'm confronted with such a question.
Life deals all sorts of hands on a regular basis. Sometimes, you get the best hand possible and for some reason, fold it without a second thought. I'm guilty of doing that over the years as well. Choices come in all different shapes and sizes, colors and hues and ultimate end results.
For whatever reasons, my journey has been a mixed bag. A few steps very rugged, some as smooth as silk, but always challenging in my mind. In past years, I delivered various 'workshops', sometimes to audiences of 1500. Regardless of their response throughout, their comments following, or their zestful 'thank you's' that was tremendous, I always walked away thinking, 'I missed the mark'!
I'm not sure why we do that to ourselves. But that small, inner voice sometimes commands our mind and our feelings and we give in far too easily. At 11 a.m. this morning, I see my PCP. It's time for bloodwork, face to face and general thoughts on this and that.
Following that appointment, I'll fill the day with oddities and return home to farm on FarmVille and shop on YoVille. Funny, we grow older and find interesting ways to 'fill time' and capture our 'fancy'. Excitement going on? No. Revelations coming to fruition? No. Just another day in the life and moving forward to see tomorrow arrive.
Yep, sometimes it's boring. Other times it's just status quo. But, our days are what we make them. Watching that young man on the stage this morning filled me with happiness. Yes, for him, knowing he has a complete new life ahead. How marvelous that we are all capable of stepping out and changing our life in some way.
My change is not as riveting as Danyl Johnsons's voice and natural body rythm in presentation...but, it's significant. I guess my one wish would be that I had done this years ago. Who knows, the new look, new attitude and new demeanor might have carried me miles further than I've traveled. I may have reached deep into my pockets to gather a few coins to have carried me to new places. Who knows?
Perhaps I would have been capable of 'dreaming' of things beyond belief and captured one more brass ring. As it is, I'm just very happy with myself, my hard work and my determination in this life changing process for me.
I hope all of you have captured or will attempt to capture marvelous things. Step out, choose door 1, 2 or 3 and go for it! Got any change in your pocket? It might carry you miles beyond belief.
Someone stated on the last blog, 'cute dog, but where's your picture'? We are going to take new pics soon, Michael says I look nothing like the last pics anyone has seen. So, say CHEESE!!!!!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Mine is NOT to Reason Why
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But, I have had many folks asking 'why I chose the Lap Band'. It's time to share thoughts on the matter. Why? Because it matters to those who are considering any type of bariatric surgery for health reasons.
It's not an 'easy fix'...it's a gigantic HELP TOOL. After five fills, my band is finally monitoring my impulses and intakes as it is designed to do. The minute my tummy's full, I cease eating. If you're wondering why...because one bite too many and I'll throw up. Not a pleasant experience.
Back to the why. In my opinion, the bypass goes in and rearranges everything in there. It's an involved surgery, 2-3 hours, under anesthesia, of course, and it differs from the band as related to foods, once healed. My understanding of the bypass is that certain foods may never be visited again and the metabolic process is altered; thus, vitamin intake is paramount following that surgery.
Lap band differs in a couple of ways. The surgery lasted one hour, less 'under' time, and I went home that afternoon. After rigorous pre-op liquids for two weeks, one week post-op liquid, one week post-op pureed and one week post-op soft foods...I arrived back to the real world. There are no foods a bander can't ingest. BUT...it depends on your band, how fast/slow you eat, how thoroughly you chew and you determination to continue losing weight.
I had several health issues that were life threatening and I happened upon a very intuitive PCP (primary care physician) at Baylor College of Med that immediately recognized the value of bariatric surgery and weight loss. My BMI (body mass index) that day in July, 08, was 47. Today, it's 36. Progress with revealing numbers.
The results were immediate for me. The morning after surgery my blood pressure and blood sugars were normal. I'm officially off those meds, all bloodwork excellent and losing weight steadily. Will there be challenges for any bander? Certainly. I was plateaued for many weeks. However, with focus and continued right choices, it is melting away again.
Bariatric surgery for me was life changing, life altering and life saving. Need I say more. If you are struggling with issues, unhappy with self image, tired of tight, huge sized clothing...move forward. Inquire. My insurance covered the procedure after their required six month food management under the watchful eye of my PCP.
Cast aside the fears and tears. Buck up, step up and 'git ur dun'. One of my allies is a website called http://www.lapbandtalk.com/
Check it out and read through folks' questions, concerns, advice and more.
Another excellent blog for inspiration is http://www.theworldaccordingtoeggface.com/
If you want to see success and realize why she continues successful, check out her blog, pictures of her foods cooked and her recipes. She is an inspiration to folks like myself.
You can't do this alone. It's not a magic bullet. It's hard work. You must desire to make change happen. There is no room for self-pity or excuses. Food is an addiction and remember...they operate on your tummy, not your brain. The mind will still battle over old habits. You know, they die hard!!
My enthusiasm has regenerated in the past weeks. The morning routine at our house is for Mag-e (our English Bull Terrier) and me to take a 30 minute ride/run in the neighborhood. She has come to expect it and pushes me each morning until I am dressed and ready to MOVE with her!! When are done and she has collapsed in the kitchen floor, I go back out, alone and walk for 30 minutes.
When you have a zealous, 45 pound dog leaping eye level asking 'to go'...you get ready! Her zeal for the run, her bond with myself and her expectation of pleasing me drives her animal instinct. Now I realize why we bought her last November! Her purpose was greater than I would have imagined. Thank you, Shadow Clan's Mag-e Mae...keep me movin' girl.
I now have a brisk pace embellished by raw determination. It's not easy. It's not fun. IT'S MY JOB NOW. A cap goes down on my head, my sunglasses go on the face and away I go. Upon return...sweaty, but feeling so good!
Life is the reward for this major change. Energy is the positive factor. A second chance is the bottom line. Having weight troubles? Do something about it! Quit procrastinating!
Just a sec...I need to go walk.
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